Our airborne mystery woman* gets The Two-Thousand-Yard-Stare as she wonders if she’ll recognize Marty when she gets back to Milford. Will he still looka lika man? I think I’ve seen this one play out before:
More than once, even:
In case we’ve somehow forgotten, Gil’s Mudlarks have a state title to defend this fall. How do you think they’ll blow it? Wanna bet another one of Rubin’s trademarked teenage egotists is involved? Maybe, but any kid named after Ellen DeGeneres’ character in Finding Nemo is still too young to be playing varsity football.
*I’m sure the mystery woman is no mystery to some of you
old coots longtime Gil Thorp readers out there. In the coming days I’ma havta lean on some of y’all for the backstory, or at least you can point me in the right direction.
And we have the radio banter I love the most, a girl and a guy going over their past history with the opposite sex. I listened to a similar show for a couple of years and got into it so much I was recording it while in the shower so as not to miss anything. I even called the show once to answer a question, and heard them play it back later after a commercial break; they were just raking me over the coals! I sounded terrible, as I had called in sick to work so I was under the weather to begin with. Kinda embarrassing really. But I wound up getting along with the female dj pretty well after that.
At any rate – – at first I thought the woman was the fat kid from a few years back who had the ugly mother, cant come up with his name though. Oh yeah – Brent Raptor. Glory days with the RapDog! Any of you please feel free to edit this with a link to a strip with his visage so we can see the likeness. Thank you!
How many airports charge for bags right at the baggage check counter?? Everywhere else you pay ahead of time for all that stuff, and carry-on is run through security. Again, only in Milford. Is this the right woman or just any woman, where is she going, and why? Answers coming soon. Also coming soon is another weekend getaway by yours truly, as my Friday spot will be filled by #mustbetrue. Later!
September 2, 2015
Huh, so Marty actually works at a real radio station again. Also, he apparently shows up hungover at that same station on a regular enough basis that his colleagues are fairly comfortable making casual conversation about it.
What a letdown.
September 1, 2015
I like the mystery conversation carried over from yesterday so much that I’m willing to overlook the creepy mid-panel closeup. Every time I see one of those panels, I do a double take: sometimes the portrait is deeply uncanny and others, if you look too long, the facial features start to shift*.
But, seriously, who cares? Day two of Marty drinking his goatee crooked while soliloquizing is going great!
Bonus point: Red Label – Marty is a classier drunk than I gave him credit for.
* That may be the sleep deprivation though….
In Milford, Marty drinks to himself, presumably by himself, while in L.A. …
Okay, why in L.A.? Is this one of those star making L.A. meetings? That lady with the flapper haircut is going to be like the Kardashians. The guy in the Saturday Night Fever suit is sure of it. The waiter is poised for an opening to pitch his own reality show when the power couple orders another round. It’s The Surreal Busboys of Topanga Canyon.
With another one of his “tell, don’t show” story arcs, Rubin has squandered a perfectly good opportunity to show us the lengths college football programs will go to entice high school kids to come play for them.
I don’t know what kind of gifts or attention have been showered on True. Maybe he was able to have the gap in Boo’s front teeth fixed? Some school could’ve offered them a package deal and given Boo a softball scholarship. Or maybe they could’ve sent True some hostess pies (not the fruit kind).
So much missing this summer. No cars with bows on top of them have mysteriously shown up in the Standish driveway. No shady bag men. No awkwardly drawn golfers. No Gil feet. Oh, wait…
Instead we just get two kids on a couch watching some talking head (seated in front of heaven knows what – a crystal football? Trump’s head?) and eating popcorn. Gotta shake my head at how they go from sitting side by side to having Boo behind True and over his shoulder. She’s become the Cayla to True’s Les Moore.
August 26, 2015
What a whirlwind of non-action in today’s strip! First we read about yesterday’s news today that Rodney has made his commitment. The additional tidbit about him being the number one overall prospect is interesting. Then, we find out that Sedrick has also tweeted his selection of Texas. If that didn’t get you fired up enough, we get the notorious Rey Lujan, who enjoys all of this attention, saying that he will end the attention by presumably selecting Miami of Ohio. Simply fascinating!
Bonus points: I award no bonus points for today’s snoozer of a strip.